The room was exquisitely decorated, with various furnishings arranged in a pleasing manner, and a carpet with an intricate pattern covering the floor. Xiang Wan pressed herself against the wall, holding her breath, and after about fifteen minutes, when she still hadn't heard anyone coming, she finally relaxed.
This room wasn't in the original owner's memories, but its decorations were anything but simple. Upon closer reflection, it was likely one of Qu Chiyang's secret residences. At this time, he was usually practicing his martial arts in his own bedchamber or having male concubines attend to him, so it was unlikely he would come here.
Xiang Wan kept encouraging herself, but she still felt uneasy. She was afraid, really afraid of running into Qu Chiyang at this moment, not knowing how to face him. Should she pounce on him or turn and run? That was the question. She hadn't figured it out yet; it would be best to find the things first.
She first searched the drawer, but found nothing except some pens, ink, and white paper. Then she went to the wall tiles, tapping them lightly with her fingers, listening carefully for any hollow sounds behind them. Isn't that how it's always shown on TV? The more secretive something is, the less conspicuous the mechanism.
She knocked on the entire wall, sweat beading on her forehead, but still didn't hear the expected sound. Xiang Wan returned to the center of the room, pondering carefully where she would hide the item if she were Qu Chiyang.
Her eyes darted around unconsciously, then suddenly and involuntarily landed on the desk. If it were her, she would definitely put things in the most inconspicuous place, the place that is often overlooked.
Xiang Wan quickly sat down at her desk, reaching out to carefully feel the surface. Where her fingertips touched, there seemed to be slight patterns. She lowered her head and glanced sideways, and sure enough, she saw slight ridges on the surface. Victory was within reach; Xiang Wan's heart pounded uncontrollably, and she excitedly used her fingernails to trace the pattern.
This thing was too sturdy. Xiang Wan tried to pick at it for a long time, even scraping her nails, but the pattern didn't budge an inch. Seeing that time was ticking away, Xiang Wan didn't want to leave empty-handed, so she took a piece of white paper, stuck it on the pattern, and used her nails to carefully imprint it onto the paper, waiting for next time.
As she printed, Xiang Wan felt a little awkward, as if the weather had suddenly turned hot, and sweat began to pour out. Xiang Wan reached up and loosened her collar, but still felt hot, so she simply opened her shirt completely, exposing her entire chest. That's the good thing about being a man; you can just take your clothes off when you're hot, and you don't have your period visiting every month.
She fanned herself with her hand as she printed, but the heat only intensified. Xiang Wan muttered to herself, "This feels more and more like the bottom of a lake." Just then, she suddenly leaped forward, flipping over the desk and landing on the floor. Looking up, she saw that the spot where she had been sitting had been smashed to pieces by a single punch. The owner of the fist slowly stood up, looking at Xiang Wan with the same gaze one would give a dead person.
Xiang Wan's heart pounded wildly. For the first time, she felt an overwhelming murderous aura, along with a disdainful air!
The person before me was dressed in black robes and had the same appearance as the original owner's memories, but he lacked gentleness and gained coldness. Moreover, there seemed to be a hint of hatred in his eyes.
It's over. Her mission failed miserably; she was caught red-handed by the very person in question. Given Qu Chiyang's temperament, it's already a mercy he hasn't skinned her alive. Besides, when she transmigrated, Qu Chiyang hadn't yet shown her exclusive favor; she hadn't even seen his face. Talking about feelings was useless, and talking about martial arts was even more impossible! The difference in their abilities was so vast that escaping was a problem; surviving was perhaps the only possibility.
As Xiang Wan was racking her brains for a solution, Qu Chiyang narrowed his eyes, leaped over the desk, and unleashed another punch, accompanied by a scorching shockwave. If this hit, she would be severely injured, if not killed. Xiang Wan rolled to the ground, her clothes torn to shreds by the punch.
Without the slightest hesitation, Qu Chiyang continued his attack. Xiang Wan desperately dodged, channeling her inner energy, but was still struck by his fist, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Damn it, was Qu Chiyang trying to blast his future true love to smithereens? Xiang Wan was furious. Why was the original owner of this body spoiled so much by him, but she couldn't? They were in the same body, so why did he hate her so much?
With little strength left, Xiang Wan steeled herself, lay down on the ground, closed her eyes, and shouted, "I am the leader's most beloved person. If you have the guts, kill me. As long as I don't die, I will definitely pay with my life!"
The punch stopped abruptly at her face. A large hand grabbed Xiang Wan's neck and lifted her from the ground into the air.
Damn it, she's being choked again! She hasn't had a single good thing since she transmigrated, this damn system!
"Cough, let go, let go, everything can be discussed, cough cough cough..."
Xiang Wan clung desperately to his hand, trying to catch her breath.
Qu Chiyang remained unmoved, his hand tightening its grip. Xiang Wan could only exhale, not inhale, and for the first time, she felt death so close to her.
She overestimated her own strength and was utterly vulnerable in the face of a true master. To survive, she had to fight!
Xiang Wan frantically circulated her vital energy and coldness, the chill gradually seeping into her neck, forming a layer of ice that grew harder and harder! She concentrated all the coldness in her body onto her neck, freezing it as soon as there was even the slightest gap. With the ice layer blocking her way, at least Qu Chiyang wouldn't snap her neck so quickly, and she would still have a little breathing space.
Her vision blurred, and her brain was running out of oxygen. Feeling the ice on her neck was thick enough, Xiang Wan slowly raised her hand, touching Qu Chiyang's arm, and moved it gently. In Qu Chiyang's eyes, Xiang Wan was merely struggling in her death throes, and he paid her no heed, watching her slowly lose her life.
Having touched it, Xiang Wan suddenly gathered her cold energy at her fingertips and thrust it sharply into the numb vein on Qu Chiyang's arm. The grip on her neck loosened, and before Xiang Wan could even catch her breath, she was punched in the stomach and slammed against the wall, the fall making her see stars. It took her a long time to recover. Her whole body ached terribly; she truly admired herself for not passing out after such a fall.
After a short while, Qu Chiyang stood in front of her, stepped on her back, and asked in a cold voice, "Tell me, what do you want to steal?"
Unable to move, Xiang Wan turned her head to the side, pressing it tightly against the carpet, and gasped as she replied, "Steal... the cult leader's heart!"
Qu Chiyang's foot suddenly became heavier, and Xiang Wan heard a cracking sound. One of his ribs broke, and he was sweating profusely from the pain.
With a dizzying twist, Xiang Wan was kicked over by Qu Chiyang and fell face-up to the ground. Gasping for breath, she saw Qu Chiyang squatting in front of her, grabbing her hair, lifting her head, and forcing her to look into his eyes.
"Master, you have no heart, only hatred!"
Her head was thrown to the ground, and she was dizzy for a while. After recovering, Xiang Wan said sarcastically, "You're not the cult leader, how do you know he doesn't have a heart!"
Since they had never met before, Xiang Wan simply pretended not to know him.
"You and I are just one of the cult leader's men. You think you're an exception because you're good-looking and don't live with us. Let me tell you, nothing lasts forever. The cult leader keeping you as a mistress is just a passing fancy. One day, you'll be replaced. When that happens, what right will you have to say such things?"
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